musings and whatnots

sanity isn't the thing keeping my composure intact; it's the idea of grabbing a hold of it that is.

so i have come to wonder how it happened that it was gone. if there ever was a time when the absence of innocence did not mean the death of dreaming. was it the reason people why people stopped admiring the stars when it shone the brightest against the blackness of night? is it what the grown-ups would try to make sense of in clear-toned voices of why teenagers swim in angst and hositilty? they were kids once too. kids who knew too well of something and too little of everything. and the kids in us died because we refused to save them.